Peter (via pacificmidwest)
I like to think this is true, but then I think of the scene where he was performing with his sister, and someone shouted “Fuck your brother’s music, you rock!” and he, in usual form, challenged the man “in the dark to come forward please,” and then “a little closer to the stage where I can see you,” and then kicked him in the head with his boot. And the guy, now in the light of both the cameras and the stage, just says, “I just got kicked in the fucking head!”
And that’s one of many times you’re led to believe he does actually give a fuck what you think. If you strip the footage down to just the moments he’s in front of the camera, 50% would be him caring with all his heart about the songs he writes and how they’re performed on stage, and 50% would be him throwing equipment (and biting and kicking and punching) his band members for disagreeing with him. But like 50% of the time they’re fighting it’s either because he’s too high to work with anyone, or they’d like to take him down a level and test his genius. And he gets this, why they do this, and so he bites them in the ribs.
This is the story, in DiG!, of Anton Newcombe and his band The Brian Jonestown Massacre, and why they could never have the success of their counterpart, The Dandy Warhols; shot over the course of seven years by Ondi Timoner.
How many days of my life will I spend trying to grab 1px lines and the resize anchors on the sides of text boxes? How many people will have to die?
Ever wonder if your apartment smells? Hire me and I’ll come over and tell you the truth.